Most people know their family history. Ours never talked about it much. Since looking into my mothers side of the family, I have found some very interesting tidbits. My grandmother was born in Kansas, the daughter of a disinherited socialite who married a "dam" Yankee. A divorced one at that!! Here's the family portrait ... my Grandmother is the baby. Looks to me like they were pretty prosperous.
I was told my Grandfather came from East Germany, but it appears he was born in the United States. I also discovered one of the boys above, lived with them on the ranch in Colorado. More on this later.
On another note, I took my Tiffen Phaeton to Fresno Truck Center, a freightliner dealership/repair shop, to take care of a Recall I received. It was easy to find and full of really nice men jumping up to help me. I can't lie, it was very nice!!! Then I found out I was totally on the wrong side of the building. A quick trip around the back side and I was met by their service manager. In 15 minutes, the mechanic was inside with his tools, tearing my dash apart!!! Now I'm kinda partial to my rig ... and when someone starts with a power drill, hammer and pry bar, I get pretty nervous.
One down ... one to go. La Mesa Davis has the new CD player to replace the broken one, and installation will be next week. That should be it ... when the snow melts off Tehachapi, I'm heading to Death Valley.